If Only I Were Sword Maiden
Le Huai did not even get to leave behind a threat. His brain stem was torn apart by Yinzhi's "Heart-wrenching," his head was split open by Long Yuan's battle axe, and his corpse slid from the train roof, smearing across the guardrail beside the High-speed Rail Track.
His exit was unexpected, yet only reasonable. Although Le Huai's spell, "Too Late," was a flawless defense, the flaw lay precisely in its flawlessness. Long Yuan's teleport had a fixed cost, and Yinzhi could freely adjust her Spell Power expenditure, but the moment Le Huai defended, he delayed every attack involving him at maximum output—even the rain could not fall onto the tips of his hair.
His spell consumed the most energy, so he had to reduce how often he activated it as much as possible, which naturally meant taking more risks. His margin for error was lower than everyone else's, so he was more likely to be the first to leave the stage. Even if it had not been by Yinzhi's hand, it might have been by Long Yuan's axe.
At this point in a deathmatch, what they were fighting over was that cruel, negligible probability.
Le Huai's death made the two survivors pause for the briefest moment, but in the next instant, an even fiercer slaughter erupted. Long Yuan's battle axe smashed down onto the train roof again and again, while Yinzhi danced through the gaps between the axe blows like a butterfly. Occasionally, blood burst from their bodies, but not only did neither retreat to heal, they fought with even greater ferocity.
When the only competitors left were each other, they could not even bear to wait a single second longer.
But there were not only two competitors.
When Yinzhi once again slapped the